182: Chapter 182 Times have changed! Sword Immortal? He'd be a sieve in front of my pipe!

Click.

Su Yang's index finger gently hooked backward.

There were no chanted incantations, nor any complex hand seals.

Only a low-pitched hum of an electric motor, so deep it made one's heart go numb, suddenly echoed in mid-air.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—!

The six dark-gold barrels of the thunderfire gatling instantly transformed into a blurred afterimage.

Immediately following.

Boom!

An incredibly dazzling purple-gold tongue of fire, several zhang long, erupted directly from the muzzle!

Da-da-da-da-da!

The dense gunfire was like the roar of a death god, shaking the surrounding air into visible white ripples.

A rate of fire of six thousand rounds per minute!

These weren't ordinary bullets; they were a physical barrage of spiritual power compressed from essence of geng metal, fused with Pure Yang True Fire and Heavenly Demon Thunder!

The barrage transformed into a massive pillar of destruction, meeting the river of steel swords pouring down from the sky head-on.

On one side was the 'Myriad Swords Return to the Ancestor' gathered by thousands of Shushan Sword Sect Disciples with all their might.

On the other was a killing machine forged by Su Yang using ancient divine materials and modern industrial concepts.

The two collided violently in mid-air.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

The ear-piercing sound of metal shattering was so dense it made eardrums bleed.

Sword Without Limit originally thought that with the sharp Sword Qi of the Myriad Swords Return to the Ancestor, it would be enough to grind this strange Magic Treasure along with Su Yang into mincemeat.

But he was wrong.

Dead wrong.

These Flying Swords, forged from ordinary refined iron or even Low Grade spiritual materials, were as fragile as paper toys in front of the thunderfire bullets.

The moment they made contact, the sword bodies were instantly melted by the Pure Yang True Fire and then blown into iron scraps across the sky by the violent thunder.

“Pfft—!”

“Ah! My Life-bound Flying Sword!”

In the camp below.

Thousands of Shushan Disciples simultaneously spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Their Life-bound Flying Swords were destroyed, and the backlash directly heavily injured their Dantians.

Like dumplings falling into a pot, hundreds and thousands of Cultivators who were originally suspended on their swords fell from the sky screaming, crashing to the ground with broken bones and tendons.

The sword river was broken!

After less than three seconds of stalemate.

The grand and majestic sword river was forcibly punched through from the middle.

The purple-gold barrage continued its momentum unabated, like a giant scythe of the death god, sweeping directly toward Sword Without Limit and Zhang Zhengyang in mid-air.

“Not good!”

Sword Without Limit's pupils shrank to the size of needle tips.

A fatal sense of crisis enveloped his entire body.

He had lived for nearly four hundred years and had never seen such a tyrannical and unreasonable method of attack.

No trajectory, no flaws, only pure firepower coverage!

“Heavenly Stellar Sword Shroud! Defend!”

Sword Without Limit frantically squeezed the Nascent Soul spiritual power within his body, condensing a golden sword shield several feet thick in front of him.

Zhang Zhengyang also reacted extremely quickly, waving the fly-whisk in his hand.

“Five Thunders Orthodox Law! Thunder Raiment!”

A layer of dazzling purple thunder light shield overlapped outside the sword shield.

The combined defense of two top experts—even a full-strength strike from an old monster of the same level would find it impossible to break.

However.

When the thunderfire bullets poured onto the shield.

Sizzle!

The [Armor Piercing] trait of the thunderfire gatling was triggered.

The barrels forged from essence of geng metal granted the bullets a terrifying penetration power that ignored defenses below the level of a top-grade spiritual tool.

Combined with the Pure Yang True Fire attached to the bullet tips, which naturally countered all worldly laws.

Crack!

In the first second, Zhang Zhengyang's Thunder Raiment was covered in cracks.

In the second second, Sword Without Limit's Heavenly Stellar Sword Shroud was burned through with a large hole.

The third second.

Pfft! Pfft!

Several stray thunderfire bullets grazed the bodies of the two men as they flew past.

“Ugh, ah!”

Sword Without Limit let out a muffled groan as a large chunk of flesh was blown off his left shoulder, revealing the stark white shoulder blade.

Golden flames still burned at the wound, preventing the flesh from healing.

Zhang Zhengyang fared even worse; the hair bun atop his head was blown apart, half his beard was burned clean, and his old face was pitch black like charcoal, looking pathetic to the extreme.

“Retreat! Retreat quickly!”

Sword Without Limit was scared witless. He grabbed Zhang Zhengyang's arm, and the two turned into streaks of light, flying back hundreds of meters with all their might.

Only then did they barely avoid this wave of fatal strafing.

Click.

Su Yang released the trigger.

The barrel's rotation speed slowly decreased, emitting plumes of scorching blue smoke.

Su Yang did not pursue them; instead, he held the gun with one hand and cracked his neck.

“Running quite fast, aren't you?”

Su Yang gave a contemptuous smile.

“The Sect Leader of Shushan? Just this level?”

“I thought you immortal Cultivators had such tough bones, but it turns out you also know pain when hit by bullets.”

The entire field was deathly silent.

Only the sound of the wind and the painful wails of countless Cultivators below remained.

The high-and-mighty Righteous Path Alliance had been routed by one person and one weapon in just a dozen seconds!

On the main peak of Qingqiu.

The fox demons inside the Nine-Colored Barrier were now completely stunned.

Several fox demon girls covered their wide-open mouths, even forgetting to maintain the Formation.

“Great... Great Elder...”

A girl spoke stutteringly.

“This human who claims to be the Saintess's husband... what kind of monster is he?”

“Is that iron pipe he's holding some kind of ancient Divine Artifact? It could even instantly shatter Shushan's Myriad Swords Return to the Ancestor!”

The Great Elder of the Fox Clan was also completely bewildered at this moment.

She had lived for so long and had seen all kinds of exotic weapons.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks—even rare sonic Magic Treasures.

But this kind of Magic Treasure that was completely illogical and could suppress two great Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators simply by spitting tongues of fire was something she had never seen or heard of!

“I don't know...”

The Great Elder took a deep breath, and a spark of hope finally ignited in her eyes.

“No matter what the weapon in his hand is.”

“As long as he is here to protect the Saintess, even if he were a Devil Head, he would be the eternal benefactor of my Qingqiu Fox Clan!”

In the center of the battlefield.

Sword Without Limit clutched his bleeding shoulder, his face as pale as paper.

He stared fixedly at Su Yang, his eyes filled with deep wariness in addition to anger.

“Demonic Technique! This is definitely a Demonic Technique!”

“This kid somehow obtained these bizarre tricks that could actually break my Heavenly Stellar Sword Qi!”

Zhang Zhengyang was also still shaken. He looked at his scorched taoist robe, trembling with rage.

“Sect Leader Sword, this brat is fierce, and the Magic Treasure in his hand is too strange.”

“Ordinary Spells can't get near him at all. We must not fight him head-on again!”

Sword Without Limit gnashed his teeth and turned to look at the ancient bronze mirror floating above their heads.

The haotian mirror!

Earlier, to deal with Su Yang's surprise attack, the haotian mirror's attack had been interrupted.

Although the mirror surface had suffered some backlash and its light was somewhat dim, the foundation of a Divine Artifact remained.

“Things have come to this; we can only use our final trump card.”

A flash of crazed ruthlessness crossed Sword Without Limit's eyes.

“Celestial Master Zhang, no matter how strong this kid's weapon is, it is ultimately a dead object.”

“As long as we work together to activate the haotian mirror's 'Nirvana Divine Light' and completely lock onto him.”

“Once the Nirvana Divine Light is released, everything will turn to dust! Even his soul will be completely evaporated!”

Zhang Zhengyang hesitated slightly.

“But, forcibly activating the Nirvana Divine Light requires sacrificing ten years of our Origin Lifespan!”

“You still care about Lifespan?!”

Sword Without Limit roared.

“If we don't take him down today, the lifelong reputations of the two of us will be completely destroyed! What face will our Righteous Path Alliance have left to stand in the cultivation world?!”

“Do it!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Sword Without Limit bit the tip of his tongue.

Pfft!

A mouthful of golden Life-bound Essence Blood sprayed directly onto the surface of the haotian mirror.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhengyang could only grit his teeth and follow suit.

He also spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood.

The Origin Essence Blood of two Late Stage Nascent Soul experts contained extremely terrifying energy.

Buzz—!

Having absorbed the Essence Blood, the haotian mirror instantly emitted an earth-shaking hum.

The originally simple bronze mirror surface now actually turned an eerie dark red.

The surrounding space seemed to collapse.

The remaining starlight and moonlight in the sky, and even the light from the Magic Treasures in the hands of the surrounding Cultivators, were all frantically absorbed into the haotian mirror at this moment.

The entire world seemed to fall into absolute darkness in an instant.

Only this mirror in mid-air became the center of all light sources.

An aura of destruction that made one feel despair quietly descended.

In the camp below.

Mary and Chu Ling had stopped their killing.

In just that short moment, the two of them had been like two meat grinders, charging back and forth through the enemy crowd.

Over a hundred corpses already lay on the ground.

But now, feeling the pressure coming from the mirror in the sky.

The blood wings on Mary's back suddenly contracted, and her gaze became extremely solemn.

“Boss! The energy index of that crappy mirror is skyrocketing!”

“This power... even my blood core is trembling!”

Chu Ling also took a rare half-step back, raising the thunder god bone shield on her left arm, her death-grey eyes staring fixedly at the sky.

Su Yang stood atop the head of the Frost Giant Dragon.

The fierce wind made his black jacket flap loudly.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, looking at the haotian mirror charging up in the sky.

“Nirvana Divine Light?”

“The name sounds quite intimidating.”

Su Yang held the thunderfire gatling in one hand while his other hand fumbled around in the System space.

“Little brat!”

In mid-air, Sword Without Limit's originally black hair now turned half-white to the naked eye.

Sacrificing ten years of Lifespan was an extremely painful price for someone of his age.

His face was contorted, and his gaze was like a venomous snake staring fixedly at Su Yang.

“To be able to force us to use such a killing move, you can be proud of yourself!”

“Now, take these unrefined weapons of yours and go to Hell together!”

“Nirvana Divine Light! Slay Evil!”

Boom!!!

With a roar from Sword Without Limit.

The dark-red haotian mirror shook violently.

A pure black light pillar with a diameter of over ten meters shot out fiercely from the center of the mirror!

This light pillar didn't make any sound.

Because everywhere it passed, even the air and sound were completely annihilated.

The void was burned into a long black crack.

Its speed was so fast it surpassed the reaction limit of ordinary people, arriving above Su Yang's head in an instant.

“It's over...”

All the Alliance Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the Nirvana Divine Light, all living beings were equal; there was absolutely no hope of survival.

However.

At the very moment the black light pillar was about to swallow Su Yang.

Su Yang's hand fumbling in the space suddenly pulled out.

In his hand, he held a golden, shining bone club as thick as a thigh.

It was exactly the one he had dismantled from the Thunder God Hall earlier—the [thunder god golden bone] (Rib Version).

“Who are you trying to blind with that crappy mirror?”

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of Su Yang's mouth.

He didn't defend at all.

Nor did he dodge.

Instead, he tightly gripped the end of the bone club with both hands, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerting force, and his muscles instantly bulged.

He assumed a perfectly standard home run posture.

“Get the Hell back into the sky!”

Su Yang swung the thunder god golden bone in his hand, smashing it fiercely toward the black divine light falling from above.